Martial Arts - PONY -PAseer

The rise and fall of the world depend on us, as time passes in the arena.

We discuss imperial ambitions with a smile, but life's intoxication overwhelms us.

With swords drawn, riding through the ghostly rain, white bones pile up like mountains as birds startle and fly.

Worldly matters surge like tides, people like water, only a few return in this river and lake.